A/N: This was a fluffy little plot bunny that wouldn't go away. It never really made sense to me that Carth would start flirting almost immediately after he meets Revan, even though he's still so hung up on his wife. This is me trying to fill out that hole. I've written better, but I like this. If you agree, review. If you disagree, review. If you think there should be flaming monkeys, review. Reviews are love!

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Carth's jaw dropped.

He'd known Myra was attractive—hell, he would've had to be blind not to notice—but he'd never been this aware of it. He'd seen her wounded, watched her fight, heard her laugh... but he'd never seen her dance. Not until now.

How can one woman be good at so much? he thought. Although, if he was being completely honest, the Twilek next to her was the better dancer. But she couldn't compare to Myra. Not at all.

And Carth wasn't the only one to notice, he realized. Other men around the room were staring as well, some less subtly than others. Not that I care, Carth reminded himself. She's a grown woman, they can look where they like.

She didn't even seem to notice the attention. Her lips were parted just enough for Carth to catch a glimpse of her tongue poking out between her teeth in concentration as she watched her partner, trying to stay in sync.

Ana used to make the same face, he remembered suddenly. He couldn't quite picture it, but he remembered how it used to drive him insane. And now here was this girl, this former smuggling wearing nothing but leather, making the same face while she danced like that. Sometimes, it really did seem like the universe hated him. She's so much like her, he thought with a pang. Myra had the same long blonde hair as his wife had, and the same blue eyes. She's as much of a handful, too.

Then Myra stopped. One minute she was swaying to the music, and the next she was just standing there. Carth mentally shook himself as she talked to the Twilek and another man, trying to get the image of her out of his head. He failed, and ended up staring at her conversation. Eventually, her dancing partner and the man walked off, and he stepped forward. Myra saw him coming and turned slightly pink.

"You were watching." It wasn't a question.

"I, uh... well, yes."

Myra nodded and crossed her arms protectively over her chest. "Right. Well, for the record, I was just helping a girl out. Lyn needed a partner for her audition."

"I see."

"So I volunteered."

"Of course."

Myra bit her lip, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Something else Ana used to do. Then she changed the subject to something he did not want to talk about. Ana was good at that, too. When I let her get away with it.

"So, would this be a good time for some more questions?"

Two can play at this game, sister. "I'm all ears, beautiful."